Strange, I have no problem and find quite arousing your drawings of the female character/s being taken and enjoying multiple partners, imaginary characters, standing on their heads, pirates, pregnancy, in the forest, humongous cocks,etc. but for some reason this evokes little. I think in most of your art the viewer can sense, feel some kind of connection between the subjects.

I see this drawing and I think about the old male cliche', joke about putting a bag over her head or in this case a pumpkin, "you don't have to like her or she can be as unattractive as sin", but if all you're looking for is a receptacle . . . just put a bag over her head and you don't have to look at her.

I know, I know . . . I'm being way too serious for a Monday morning, sorry.

Strange, I have no problem and find quite arousing your drawings of the female character/s being taken and enjoying multiple partners, imaginary characters, standing on their heads, pirates, pregnancy, in the forest, humongous cocks,etc. but for some reason this evokes little. I think in most of your art the viewer can sense, feel some kind of connection between the subjects.

I see this drawing and I think about the old male cliche', joke about putting a bag over her head or in this case a pumpkin, "you don't have to like her or she can be as unattractive as sin", but if all you're looking for is a receptacle . . . just put a bag over her head and you don't have to look at her.

I know, I know . . . I'm being way too serious for a Monday morning, sorry.

Uh huh...especially considering some of your writing (which is great btw) and your current AV...But I think I get what you mean...

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Originally Posted by MeredithEighty8

Strange, I have no problem and find quite arousing your drawings of the female character/s being taken and enjoying multiple partners, imaginary characters, standing on their heads, pirates, pregnancy, in the forest, humongous cocks,etc. but for some reason this evokes little. I think in most of your art the viewer can sense, feel some kind of connection between the subjects.

I see this drawing and I think about the old male cliche', joke about putting a bag over her head or in this case a pumpkin, "you don't have to like her or she can be as unattractive as sin", but if all you're looking for is a receptacle . . . just put a bag over her head and you don't have to look at her.

I know, I know . . . I'm being way too serious for a Monday morning, sorry.

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Originally Posted by SimoneLisbon

Uh huh...especially considering some of your writing (which is great btw) and your current AV...But I think I get what you mean...

s'okay. you can see what you see, based on your life experiences etc. You may have missed what I wrote earlier, though...

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Originally Posted by THROBBS

Actually, she is gorgeous, but she is being made to walk around nude, except for the pumpkin head, to preserve her anonymity. And then give blow jobs when it pleases her owner... or whatever else he chooses.

The Pumpkin is to preserve her identity. Sure it would be more "erotic" if she wore a feather mardi-gras style mask, but... "pumpkin Head" is better.

She is TOTALLY into this. (in my mind anyway)

The whole "masked Ball" scene...can be HIGHLY erotic, one can do things while disguised that they may never do otherwise.

Throbbs,
"Actually, she is gorgeous, but she is being made to walk around nude, except for the pumpkin head, to preserve her anonymity. And then give blow jobs when it pleases her owner... or whatever else he chooses".

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Cover that Face!
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pffft....

Actually, this is based on an obviously stunning woman (though masked) that I saw at a masked "ball" (a party with masks and costumes at an old theater with live music). No, I did not dance with her, nuzzle her neck or even speak with her. I was with my wife.

Actually, this is based on an obviously stunning woman (though masked) that I saw at a masked "ball" (a party with masks and costumes at an old theater with live music). No, I did not dance with her, nuzzle her neck or even speak with her. I was with my wife.

Looks like it was a fun party. Nothing like a little intimate grinding, fingering and fondling while slow dancing.

I forget to check your first page, then get blown away by your extensive 'body' of work!
Such beautiful drawings. Ranging from erotic and tender, whimsical and fantastic, to surreal and funny. And all amazing.

I'm glad you repost individual ones when the topic comes up to really appreciate them. All at once is rather overwhelming!

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Angel's Perch (there is a a very brief story to go with it....
I took off the crappy shadowing I had added.

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Flying in slow circles above the moonlit houses the pale angel cast an odd shadow, less a shadow than a shimmer. As a spirit being, she was neither here nor there, she could see past the shingles, rafters, insulation, drywall and into the rooms within. She could travel through just as easily. She could feel each and every material thing, if she chose to and now she longed to. She felt an ache to feel something that she had not.

He tossed and turned in the hot sticky sweat of summer sleep. Kicking the damp sheets off, revealing his naked and restless body to... no one in the room.

She could smell his salty sweat mixed with the more subtle aroma of his shower gel. She dove towards the sleeping human male. She would feel him. Passing through the house she stopped herself near the ceiling directly above him. She had no need of clothes and her breasts now hung towards the man. Her wings beat slowly, yet it was a more powerful force that gave her flight.

She brought her legs down as she descended. Her feet alighted on the man’s thighs. She allowed herself some mass, but considerably less than a mortal woman. Facing his feet she squatted. The man’s dreams became more fitful and erotic. His cock filled, lengthened, swelling it rolled over then rotated as if that portion of the man was actually awake. His cock twitched. Now fully erect the angel took it in her fingertips and positioned the head at her now gaping pussy. Her “wetness” was unlike any earthly lubrication... softer, smoother, more slippery, wet...yet dry like a graphite powder.
She lowered herself as her feet were planted on his thighs. Taking his veined and pulsing cock deeply into herself she allowed herself the fullness of the pleasure. His muscles tightened and she felt his hand on her ass. His hips thrust as he came. She too felt the intense pleasure of her own ethereal orgasm. He shot fluid shot into her as she straightened her legs and shot back through the building and back into the night sky.

The man’s eyes fluttered as he tried to make sense of his dream, the wetness of his cum on his stomach and the feathers clenched in his fists.

Angel's Perch (there is a a very brief story to go with it....
I took off the crappy shadowing I had added.
*Angel's Perch pic and story*

One of my favorites. HOT story Throbbs. Those seconds upon waking from a very lucid dream unsure if it happened or not. Where you remember the sights, sounds, feel, and smell so clearly and intensely. So real! Wake up in a sweat and shaking knowing you've cum in your sleep.

Maybe it really wasn't lucid dreaming, but angels! An explanation I can live with.

(Or incubus/succubus demons?? Is orgasm while dreaming a blessing or a sin? I think anything that feels that good can't be 'bad'.)